User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2246928-20140815192251/@comment-1298206-20140816034923

OOC: Birne lets out a groan as he is knocked to the ground and slowly rolls over on his side, gazing up at the Cellarhog as he begins to foam at the mouth. "Drogan...how could..." Before he can finish his sentence, his head nods off to one side and his body goes limp.

The abbot's eyes shine and he gives the Cellarhog a small smile as he answers him. "Well, when you've lived as long as I have to have tasted enough ale, I suppose you start developing a keener sense of taste. All the same, it's very good." The squirrel takes another sip from the mug.